"
"I do not think so," Philippa murmured.
Helen frowned slightly.
"Personally," she said, with some emphasis, "I hope that he has."
"If we are considering the personal point of view only," Philippa
retorted, "I hope that he has not."
Helen looked her disapproval.
"I should have thought that you had had enough playing with fire,"
she observed.
"One never has until one has burned one's fingers," Philippa sighed.
"I know perfectly well what is the matter with you," she continued
severely. "You are fretting because curried chicken is Dick's
favourite dish."
"I am not such a baby," Helen protested. "All the same, it does
make one think. I wonder--"
"I know exactly what you were going to say," Philippa interrupted.
"You were going to say that you wondered whether Mr. Lessingham
would keep his promise."
"Whether he would be able to," Helen corrected. "It does seem so
impossible, doesn't it?"
"So does Mr. Lessingham himself," Philippa reminded her. "It isn't
exactly a usual thing, is it, to have a perfectly charming and
well-bred young man step out of a Zeppelin into your drawing-room."
"You really believe, then," Helen asked eagerly, "that he will be
able to keep his promise?"
Philippa nodded confidently.
"Do you know," she said, "I believe that Mr. Lessingham, by some
means or another, would keep any promise he ever made.
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